“It was growing dimmer by the time I left, but there was enough light to last until I return, “ she responded, a faux expression of joy colored her features, quickly fading as it came as she utters under her breath, “ I hope..” The marai soon shook her head, washing away all terrible thoughts that clouded her mind–her people are safe; they’re strong after all!
However, a faint sign of curiosity piqued when she mention markets. Nami blinks, staring at the other in confusion. “This ‘market’ you speak of…well, is it safe?” She didn’t mean to sound so naive, but the sea maiden couldn’t help to wonder. The only conclusion she could draw from Diana’s words was that landwalkers gather supplies from it, hopefully.
“Should I wear a cloak to not scare off the locals when we go? Oh, I wonder if they have this thing called ‘fire’ there–perhaps in smaller quantities too!”
Diana seemed to be busy as she searched around for the scrolls that had some bits about the Marai trade. The other's inner turmoil did not go unnoticed, however. Diana did not mention it purely because it was not the time, but she was sure the topic was a hard one, for her and her people.
At question was when she finally met the woman's gaze once again, yet not for long as she attempted to read one of the remaining passages on the scroll. ❝ I'd guess so. And if you'd prefer to wear one, you're free to do so. ❞ she said, her answers rather vague. While she doubted anyone would truly care, given the amount of vastayas already around, she also did not expect any of them to have seen Marais very often, so that'd really be Nami's decision.
❝ Fire? Sure. They light the paper lanterns with it. ❞ came the addition, mildly surprised by the curious assumption. The Lunari did not seem to speak very much then, perhaps because she was busy, or because having actual company was still foreign to her. Most of the ionians were certainly inquisitive about her, but few even dared to actively question about her stay. So this was certainly different.